Fair Haired Carrie (live recording 19-6-1983)
(Music: Ywis / Lyrics: Sylvia van Heck)
FAIR HAIRED CARRIE
Carrie where you are going you cast your smile of white and
shake your golden feathers; your appearance always bright.
But Carrie you’re callous. The way you’re living is a crime.
And the people you’re meeting somehow know it all the time.
Carrie you are lighthearted and frivolous is your style.
You just don’t care about all the men that you beguile.
The clothes that you’re waring give a lot to fantasize about.
You sure control your body but ‘bout your mind I am in doubt.
Oh Carrie; for all the victims you have made.
Oh Carrie; realization came too late.
Oh Carrie: to you playing games is just innate.
Oh Carrie; you should more frequently get laid.
You think that all is thrilling, to you life’s just a game
and surrounded by sorrow you think life’s funny just the same.
You think lightly of friendship; you never really learned to share.
As one gets to know you just like you, one will not care.
Oh Carrie; for all the victims you have made.
Oh Carrie; realization came too late.
Oh Carrie: to you playing games is just innate.
Oh Carrie; you should more frequently get laid.
© S. van Heck (1983)
Empty Shell (live recording
17-12-1983)
(Music: Ywis / Lyrics: Sylvia van
Heck)
EMPTY
SHELL
There is nothing that can thrill me or can get me to
react.
There is just noone who can warm me or make me feel
respect
for myself or anyone around.
The gadgets that they give me to make me leave my
shell
are very boring and expensive, I’m happy in my
cell
made of silence and inactivity.
There is nothing that can move him or makes clear he
understands.
There is just no tie between us, he doesn’t want
us to be friends,
he pretends that I’m not there at all.
I’ve tried my best to save him but there’s
nothing I can do.
I’m getting more and more depressive and before
the year is through
he will drive me mad and up the wall.
Looking in the mirror, seeing nothing there at all.
Looking in the mirror, just to pass the time away.
Looking in the mirror, so I won’t have to look at
you.
Looking in the mirror, I’m raving mad they say.
© S. van Heck (1983)
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